[gentle music] On Friday, January 21st of 1983, a man named Craig finished work at the legislative building in Regina, Saskatchewan.
It was approaching 6:00 PM and already dark, not to mention cold, but he lived on one of the neighboring streets and would be home in just a few minutes.
As he crossed a road and proceeded towards his home, he noticed a green car driving past with a woman in the driver's seat.
Craig continued walking past the house and up the road, but he started hearing loud, shrill screams behind him.
At first, he thought it sounded like a young child having a tantrum, but when the screams didn't stop, he realized something was wrong and turned back to see where they were coming from.
Craig continued toward the noise, which seemed to have come from the same house he'd just seen the green car pull into.
As he approached it, he caught a glimpse of a bearded man exiting the garage and calmly walking down the street in the direction of a nearby laneway, but he didn't think much of it because he was more concerned with finding where the screaming was coming from.
Craig went into the garage, and his eyes were immediately drawn to the ground, where he saw the woman in the green car, but now she was laying still, covered in blood.
Craig realized that the loud crack he heard was probably a gunshot, and he ran back toward the laneway to see if he could find that bearded man, but it was deserted.
He returned to the garage and knelt beside the woman, helplessly looking around for anyone who might be able to help, but no one was in sight.
The garage was separate from the house, so Craig ran around to the back of the house and banged on the glass door, hoping someone was home.
The housekeeper was inside making dinner, and she opened the door to a clearly distressed man begging her to go with him because a woman had been shot.
He then led her to the garage, and when she saw the woman on the ground, she broke down.
The housekeeper ran back inside and returned with the woman's husband, who immediately called the police.
As they waited for first responders to arrive, Craig aided the husband to perform CPR on his wife, but it was futile.
She was 43 years old, a mother of three children, and the ex-wife of a prominent Saskatchewan politician, and someone had killed her in her own garage.It wasn't long before sirens could be heard in the distance, and the police arrived to assess the scene.
By this point, a large pool of blood was creeping outward from Joanne Wilson's head.
The only witness was Craig, the man walking home, and he told officers what he saw, the green car pulling into the garage, the screams, the loud crack noise, and the man who walked out of the garage and down the laneway.
Craig said he only got a brief glimpse from about 30 to 40 feet away, but he described the man as best he could.
[gentle music] On Friday, January 21st of 1983, a man named Craig finished work at the legislative building in Regina, Saskatchewan.
It was approaching 6:00 PM and already dark, not to mention cold, but he lived on one of the neighboring streets and would be home in just a few minutes.
As he crossed a road and proceeded towards his home, he noticed a green car driving past with a woman in the driver's seat.
Craig continued walking past the house and up the road, but he started hearing loud, shrill screams behind him.
At first, he thought it sounded like a young child having a tantrum, but when the screams didn't stop, he realized something was wrong and turned back to see where they were coming from.
Craig continued toward the noise, which seemed to have come from the same house he'd just seen the green car pull into.
As he approached it, he caught a glimpse of a bearded man exiting the garage and calmly walking down the street in the direction of a nearby laneway, but he didn't think much of it because he was more concerned with finding where the screaming was coming from.
Craig went into the garage, and his eyes were immediately drawn to the ground, where he saw the woman in the green car, but now she was laying still, covered in blood.
Craig realized that the loud crack he heard was probably a gunshot, and he ran back toward the laneway to see if he could find that bearded man, but it was deserted.
He returned to the garage and knelt beside the woman, helplessly looking around for anyone who might be able to help, but no one was in sight.
The garage was separate from the house, so Craig ran around to the back of the house and banged on the glass door, hoping someone was home.
The housekeeper was inside making dinner, and she opened the door to a clearly distressed man begging her to go with him because a woman had been shot.
He then led her to the garage, and when she saw the woman on the ground, she broke down.
The housekeeper ran back inside and returned with the woman's husband, who immediately called the police.
As they waited for first responders to arrive, Craig aided the husband to perform CPR on his wife, but it was futile.
She was 43 years old, a mother of three children, and the ex-wife of a prominent Saskatchewan politician, and someone had killed her in her own garage.It wasn't long before sirens could be heard in the distance, and the police arrived to assess the scene.
By this point, a large pool of blood was creeping outward from Joanne Wilson's head.
The only witness was Craig, the man walking home, and he told officers what he saw, the green car pulling into the garage, the screams, the loud crack noise, and the man who walked out of the garage and down the laneway.
Craig said he only got a brief glimpse from about 30 to 40 feet away, but he described the man as best he could.
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